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My therapist read my story yesterday, and became concerned, so she insisted
that we have our appointment in person. I wore a mask to protect her from my
infection, and we stayed three meters from each other at all times. She came
to my apartment, so I wouldn’t have to go out and expose my illness to a bunch
of other people on the way. We scheduled it in such a way that the nurse who
came by to take my blood at the end of the day was able to take hers as well.
I didn’t think that they would be able to test for a pathogen that early after
receiving it, but that’s why I’m not a doctor. To be honest, my therapist was
a little worried about what I may do to myself. I know, I was saying a lot of
dark and sad things yesterday, but I’m not suicidal. I gave up the ability to
borrow infinite abilities in order to hold onto one, and it was immortality. I
have no desire to die; now, or at any point in the future. If you only learn
one thing about me, let it be the fact that I hate death more than anything in
the worlds. That is why I hate smokers so much too, because I see them as an
extension of death. Whoa, that’s dark, Self. Maybe I’ll work on that
with my therapist next week. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, though. I’ll
be all right. I’ll feel better when I get back to jail in a couple days, lol.
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